Post by Alexisonfire Golding on May 6, 2008 12:24:30 GMT -5
Name: Alexisonfire Calamity Golding
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Standing (good, evil, or neutral): Neutral
Species: Garou
Personality:
Alexis loves to be the center of attention, but she also needs her time alone. She can be cocky, and egotistical at times, but she really means well. She has a tendency to do very kind and caring things, but she won't let anyone see her do it. She hates being praised for her charity work. She is stubborn, and rude, and thinks highly of herself. She has a big heart, if you can get through the tough outer shell. She battles with depression, she can get a bit moodier than most girls. She has a tendency of wanting to take revenge on the person who did her wrong. She is quite tom-boy-ish, and prefers to be with males rather then females, especially as it gets her more attention. Her temper is quite short, in matching with her firey red hair.
General Appearance:
Alexis has fire red hair, which lays nicely around her face. The straight locks frame her pale, pretty face. Her eyes are a light hazel brown, which are in contrast with her eyebrows. Her skin is clear and makes her pink lips stand out.
She stands at a small 5'5, and her frame is skinny and many would think she is fragile. Despite her thin arms and twig like legs, she is very strong, and not a girl to be messed with.
History:
Alexis was born an only child, to a fortune teller and vampire. Her father, a vampire, of course left her mother soon after she announced her pregnancy, so the woman was left to raise a child alone. Alexis was named after a fire goddess, and was bought up to be very in touch with her spiritual side. Her mother spoke to the dead, and tried to teach Alexis to do so also. She also tried to teach her daughter how to conduct spells. Witchcraft and tarot reading was more important then homework.
One night, a spell kind of went wrong. Her mother seemed to think nothing went wrong, though Alexis felt things starting to change. When she cut her hand, if she thought it hard enough, her wound was healed. When she felt like changing her nail polish, it changed, and by the time she was twelve she had mastered the art of shape shifting.
Her mother joined a traveling circus, and for the first two weeks it was fun, the ring master began abusing her. Being only thirteen she decided noone would believe her, and seeing as the ringmaster was a dangerous man, she was scared. The man was apparantly in high ties with the london mafia and even her mother was scared of him. When the fortune-teller was told by her daughter what was happening, Alexis was put straight on her way to an island for people like her. She lived alone there, not knowing much about the islands history, but just knowing this was a place she was alone, and she was going to have to fight for her survival.
Sample RP:
From Killington (:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Standing (good, evil, or neutral): Neutral
Species: Garou
Personality:
Alexis loves to be the center of attention, but she also needs her time alone. She can be cocky, and egotistical at times, but she really means well. She has a tendency to do very kind and caring things, but she won't let anyone see her do it. She hates being praised for her charity work. She is stubborn, and rude, and thinks highly of herself. She has a big heart, if you can get through the tough outer shell. She battles with depression, she can get a bit moodier than most girls. She has a tendency of wanting to take revenge on the person who did her wrong. She is quite tom-boy-ish, and prefers to be with males rather then females, especially as it gets her more attention. Her temper is quite short, in matching with her firey red hair.
General Appearance:
Alexis has fire red hair, which lays nicely around her face. The straight locks frame her pale, pretty face. Her eyes are a light hazel brown, which are in contrast with her eyebrows. Her skin is clear and makes her pink lips stand out.
She stands at a small 5'5, and her frame is skinny and many would think she is fragile. Despite her thin arms and twig like legs, she is very strong, and not a girl to be messed with.
History:
Alexis was born an only child, to a fortune teller and vampire. Her father, a vampire, of course left her mother soon after she announced her pregnancy, so the woman was left to raise a child alone. Alexis was named after a fire goddess, and was bought up to be very in touch with her spiritual side. Her mother spoke to the dead, and tried to teach Alexis to do so also. She also tried to teach her daughter how to conduct spells. Witchcraft and tarot reading was more important then homework.
One night, a spell kind of went wrong. Her mother seemed to think nothing went wrong, though Alexis felt things starting to change. When she cut her hand, if she thought it hard enough, her wound was healed. When she felt like changing her nail polish, it changed, and by the time she was twelve she had mastered the art of shape shifting.
Her mother joined a traveling circus, and for the first two weeks it was fun, the ring master began abusing her. Being only thirteen she decided noone would believe her, and seeing as the ringmaster was a dangerous man, she was scared. The man was apparantly in high ties with the london mafia and even her mother was scared of him. When the fortune-teller was told by her daughter what was happening, Alexis was put straight on her way to an island for people like her. She lived alone there, not knowing much about the islands history, but just knowing this was a place she was alone, and she was going to have to fight for her survival.
Sample RP:
From Killington (:
Elliot noticed how she talked about her pet. At least there was something she really really cared about. He would keep talking about pets. That way they would not get back onto the subject of him and Evan. "Now I bet that wouldn't try and eat the dog," he laughed, flicking his hood up when he saw the main doors coming up. "I'm not much of animal person. Though me loves the reptiles.." he grinned stupidly. He did not realise why he was readying himself for the cold, he had grown so used to it over the years.
A bigger grin appeared on his face. All thoughts of her having an eating disorder went from his mind when she said that. "Sure. I'm famished," he laughed, letting the cold wind bite at his pale skin as the doors flew open. He kind of liked the cold. It was like a small comfort to him, like having someone there. He had spent hours in the cold when selling drugs. Just sitting on a wall in Camden town was enough to give him the flu.
Elliot rolled his eyes. "Well, you're not doing a good job," he sighed, scanning her thin figure, "If you're wating with me, it'll be more then a slice of pizza you'll be having."
He noticed her wrap her arms around herself. "You cold?" 
